“I would love one, thanks.”
“I’m Beth, by the way.” She motioned for the barista to come over and get her another drink. “I don’t believe we’ve met.”
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@macbxths
“I would love one, thanks.”
“I’m Beth, by the way.” She motioned for the barista to come over and get her another drink. “I don’t believe we’ve met.”
“Oh, god no. I grew up in America, and the drinking age there is 21.”
“So you speak English?”
“I feel like they create these things for those people who want their liquor but can’t do it in public so they stuff the alcohol in just about anything.”
“Do you mean alcoholics?”
“You didn’t ask yet about the stylist, no.” God, Beth must be having a week from Hell and called it average. Joan was beginning to think she was some form of superhuman. “I haven’t yet–their line was busy this morning, but I’ll attack it head-on later. I’m assuming I shouldn’t fear having you seem like a client from Hell?”
“Don’t push them too hard or they’ll send me last season’s clothing.” She sighed. “I wish the day was just two hours longer. I have no time for breathing much less attending to everything that needs to be done.”
“Average. Eesh. Definitely sounds like a disease a drink should cure. The world doesn’t need you keeling over from boredom. I haven’t, but I’ll take care of it. I can channel that battery rabbit–list away, Ms. Cawdor.”
“Where would I be without you?” Beth took a sip of her coffee. “Did I already ask about the dress? From the stylist? I can’t keep it straight. Have you contacted Chanel?”
“God, alcohol tastes weird. I don’t know how people drink this stuff, even in coffee.”
“Juliet Capulet, you shouldn’t be drinking. It’s half noon.”
“My mom used to call that an Irish Coffee. Dunno how that’s relevant, but she liked ‘em.”
“I take it you’ve never had one?”
“Everyday is a perfect day for coffee and baileys.”
“Who can argue with that? They are so creative in making alcohol in every single thing you consume. I once had chocolate with rum inside.”
fleancing:
“Well. Coffee maybe, unless you wanna be Bad Mom. Which I’m cool with. It’s whatever.”
“The closest you’re going to get is watered down Guinness.” Beth flushed slightly at the mention of the word mother. It was an affirmation that made her feel like she was floating. “You can have some Irish cream, maybe. Do they sell that here?”
“Always.”
“Would you like one? They have the best here. The roast goes so well with the Baileys. My treat.”
“Either this is the symptom of an excellent day, or a horrible one? Either way, it can definitely happen in the next five minutes.”
“It’s... average. Today has been average. Joan, did I give you the documents for next week’s trial? And I need to arrange a meeting with the mayor. I also have a laundry list of events coming up.”
“It’s a nice enough day for a coffee and baileys, isn’t it?”
“Merda—— so this is Verona, yes? Not quite what I expected.”
“It’s a bit of a dump. Definitely not the most quaint spot in Italy.”
{ beth & mina | love me tender }
She needed a win. The past few days had been filled with nothing but stress; she’d never thought that taking care of Juliet, keeping her safe and sane and hidden away from the world when she needed it, would be so taxing, nor did she think that she would ever need to put so much energy into anything but her business and her own wellbeing, and yet here she was.
Spending the day with Beth doing whatever she had planned would be a much needed change; it felt like years since she’d seen Beth’s smiling face, held her hand, felt her lips upon her skin. The mere thought of being in her presence was relieving in itself; she’d already closed up the Cat as much as she could, leaving Patrick and the others to take care of it for the afternoon while she was away.
Mina slid into the back of the car, leaning across to immediately plant a kiss on Beth’s cheek. “You’ve been so cryptic,” she leaned back, one brow raised, and ankles crossed, “I have to admit, it’s making me a little nervous. You’re not going to tell me you’re moving to Antarctica without me, are you?” She was joking, of course– and that was evident in her tone, aside from the terse edge behind her words– but she appreciated it most when Beth was straightforward, and this was not straightforward.
“What is it?” she tried to remain easy as she twisted in her seat, eyeing Beth with muted suspicion, “Good things, I hope.”
She nodded to her driver, urging him to continue on to their first destination. Cryptic was practically her middle name, had been for years. The last time she opened up was... years ago. Now here she was, with a woman who had complete control over her. It would’ve sent her running before--but now, now she was serious. Seriously in....love?
“A long time ago, back in Scotland, I grew up with a man named Banquo. My family was very wealthy and we... weren’t very sociable. My mother wasn’t fit for company most of the time. I was close with my father, as close as anyone could be with their father. Banquo was my only friend. I wasn’t very good with people, you see. Banquo and I spent every waking moment together. I loved him very much.”
“Recently Banquo had an accident. A car accident. He’s in a coma. His wife died a few year back and now their daughter was left... alone. I was told about this just a little while back. I’ve been in negotiations with the nuns at her school for a bit. And I’ve taken her in.” Beth gazed out the window, doing everything she could to avoid Mina’s glance. To say she was nervous would be an understatement. Taking in a child was no small thing, and she didn’t consult Mina about it. To be fair, they weren’t official yet.
“I owe a lot to Banquo. I owe him everything, really. There’s a lot about my past that I haven’t shared with you, and for that I am sorry. I am not proud of some of the choices I’ve made, especially when I was a teenager. His daughter is a sweet girl who just needs someone to love her. That’s something that only someone who knows her and her family can provide. And in some silly way, the girl reminds me of home. That’s something I haven’t had in a great while. I miss Scotland every single day.”
{ joan & beth | first day jitters }
@hereticjoan
Obviously, Verona had been alight with scandal as of late. It was good for business--but not so good for her humors. She had been doing everything she could to help everyone with their legal needs but there were just so many scumbags in Verona, and there was only so much Beth to go around.
Her nerves were on end, and she hadn’t had time for her morning coffee yet. If she didn’t get her coffee and lemon cake soon she was like to kill someone. Joan was just starting, and she didn’t want the poor woman to be in her crossfire.
(sent) I need you to pick me up a dark roast coffee with one sugar in the raw and a lemon cake.
(sent) And I also need some breakfast. Get me something with a lot of sugar.
Now to wait until Joan arrived with everything she’d asked for.
{ beth & mina | love me tender }
It felt like ages since she had last seen Mina, and so much had happened.
She’d taken in a ward, Felicity; a good girl, albeit a little quirky. Quirky she could do, odd she couldn’t. It was all fine and good (she’d been obsessing a bit lately). It was all she could do--Banquo was in a coma, and she was taking care of his kid. That was no small thing; she couldn’t help but worry that he wouldn’t like what he saw if and when he woke up.
There had been no time to see Mina (no time to enjoy Venice, if you could enjoy such a thing) of the late. Work had been especially busy and entirely unenjoyable. Typically, she took pride in her work. There was nothing better than winning an incredibly tough case--save for the look on Felcitiy’s face when Beth took care of her.
Being a mother was something she never saw for herself. She loved children, but never wanted to spend 9 months worrying about not drinking or smoking. The simplest thing could throw a pregnancy off. Now she had all the benefits of having a child without the hardest part. She was concerned at how Mina would react.
Beth had taken a car to the Cat; she was picking Mina up and taking her for a ‘surprise’. She was planning on gauging her reaction to the whole ‘child’ thing on the way over. “Good afternoon, my love. I have a lot to tell you.”
@lvcette
FULL NAME: Beth Cawdor
AGE: Twenty Eight
OCCUPATION: Lawyer and politician
AFFILIATION: Neutral
TIME RESIDED IN VERONA: Several months
Sexuality: Bisexual/Biromantic
FACECLAIM: Holliday Grainger
CHARACTER: Macbeth (Macbeth)
STATUS: Taken
Beth was born in Scotland to a lesser noble family of Cawdor. As an only child, she became accustomed to certain things. Her father was a well known attorney and her mother a “socialite” who frequented parties and bars whenever she could. Her father instilled a great love of politics in her at a young age; hoping she would follow in his footsteps and become an attorney as well.
Along with her cousins, she was taught the ways of etiquette and woman’s studies. However outdated the lessons were, she would go on to credit them for her ability to deal with people for the rest of her life. She learned that a woman’s biggest weapon is her courtesy, and that women were nearly always the brains that men couldn’t have. She blamed her mother for not being smart enough to know what her father was doing and put an end to it before he landed himself in prison.
When she was 10, her father lost their entire fortune in one go. He had invested in a number of illegal ventures which got him thrown in prison. Beth was absolutely devastated. Her mother wasn’t equipped to be any sort of parent and her extended family was all too busy with their own lives. The loss of her husband combined with a long history of drug abuse sent her over the edge and all too soon, just a year after her husband’s prison sentence, her mother died.
Beth had always known that her mother was never happy where she was. That side of the family had always been wealthier, and expected a certain standard of living. Her mother hadn’t ever been happy, and it was hard on Beth. She blamed herself for it, spiraling into a deep pit of depression that no amount of drugs could pull her out of. Eventually, her father’s family took pity on her and paid for her to attend a prestigious boarding school in Italy. Beth knew it was partly to get her out of the family spotlight. Their branch had done enough for the family name for a lifetime.
Moving to Italy was one of the best things that ever happened to her. It was Rome first, then Venice. Her last couple years of schooling was chronicled by offers of jobs and higher education. Beth had managed to follow in her father’s footsteps and exceed academically. Tragedy struck once more, and as Beth was applying for law schools back home, near her newly released father, she heard of his murder. It sat wrong with her—-she knew deep in her heart that their family didn’t want him to spoil the name any further.
One last trip to Scotland for her father’s funeral told her that she wouldn’t be welcome there any longer. She decided to make her Italian citizenship permanent, and settle there. Her family kept her more than comfortable, but very clearly wanted her out of the spotlight. As long as she remained in Italy, she need not work–she could live off of the family money. That wasn’t good enough–she wanted to make her father proud. She wanted to make her family pay.
Law school was easy. Making a name for herself was a bit harder. She decided to move to a city that very obviously needed lawyers, and that ended up being Verona. Living in Verona, it’s hard not to fall into the backwards business, which is the opposite of what she wanted to do, but sometimes to get on top you need to bend the rules.
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Beth wants to be a politician. Honestly, it’s become less about doing good and more about power. She’s always been a good talker—-people tell her that she’s got a silver tongue. Her goal right now is to create a successful firm. She owns a large townhouse, purchased for her by her family. If she’s honest, she’s not sure how safe she is, even now–a few years removed from her father’s death. How far will her family want to go? And will she be caught up in the war between the two families? Safety is important to her.
Beth sees herself as someone who will be incredibly successful one day, and she’s not afraid of it. Success scares people sometimes–people are either born to deal with it or they are born to be led by those who are. Beth knows that she was born to deal with it, and she’s ready to be at the top. Most people see her as someone to be feared. Beth’s few cases in Verona have all ended with her winning. Now, that obviously cannot last forever but who’s to say when it will end? She’s not a bad person, but she’s past being a fair person. Being fair doesn’t get you anywhere in life.
Beth is on whatever side pays her the best. So far neither side has demanded her alliance and she prefers to keep it that way. Recently, she’s gotten more into politics. To be a fair leader, you have to play all sides. That’s what she plans to do for as long as possible.